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   'JAG'--- STANDS FOR (J)UST (A)NAL (G)IRLS

   This story contains the following adult content: F/F, Anal, Toys,
Cons/Noncons sex.  Anyone not interested in this material or under 18
should not proceed farther.

   This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any real person, living
or dead, or any place, is purely coincidental.  This work of fiction is
based upon the characters in the TV series "JAG".  No infringment of any
kind is intended, this is for fun only.



   Singer would pay, Harriet vowed.  She got the bug in his ear to go back
to sea.  Harriet had gone without for weeks, nay, MONTHS while Bud was on
the Seahawk.  Now, Bud was in sickbay minus one leg (although not the most
important one, from where she stood).  Still, she was responsible.  Lauren
Singer was gonna get it.

   Singer & Harriet had NEVER gotten along; & Singer's attitude about Bud's
injury was more than she could tolerate.  She didn't have a plan; but
nonetheless, Harriet swore that somehow, she'd even the score.  She had to
think, & come up with a plan, FAST.  Singer was going out to the Seahawk to
take Bud's place in less than a week; & Mac & Harm were already back.

   After work, Harriet had a couple more drinks than she should have at the
bar everyone at JAG frequented.  Singer was in a corner booth, with Harm's
half-brother!  'What a tease!' Harriet thought.  'She'll get him hot, leave
him hanging, & go home & get herself off thinking about how she used him.
BITCH!  Well, Lauren Singer, it's time you learned a NEW meaning to that
word.' Harriet stormed out, barely noticing Harm & Mac coming in.

   As she was driving around aimlessly, a dirty bookstore near McPherson
Square caught Harriet's eye.  She pulled up, then realized she didn't want
to go in in uniform.  Good thing it was cold out.  She put on her raincoat,
making sure to take her rank insignia off the epaulets, & got out of the
car sans cover.  Now, her uniform wouldn't be noticed.  She browsed around,
& hit upon an idea.  Harriet could hardly believe what she was thinking of;
but she went through with it anyway.  She bought a strap-on harness, a
regular 'man-sized' double headed dildo, & a large 13" x 4" smooth & firm
large size dong.  She was going to take her frustrations out on Singer,
before she changed her mind.  Her anger was boiling like a teakettle
needing release.

   Singer had a flat in Arlington near the Metro.  Harriet quickly went
home, checked up on Mike & little A.J.; went upstairs & changed clothes,
stashed rubber gloves, handcuffs, & the dildos she'd bought in an oversized
purse.  Then, she left A.J.  in Mike's charge again (what were
brother-in-laws for?  He was good, just like his brother.) & headed out. 
Outside Singer's place, in the shadows, she marvelled at what she was
becoming.  "God help me if I get caught," she thought.  "But, that
bitch..." Singer's flat was in the back corner of the building, on the
third of three floors.  It had windows facing the bushes behind it on one
side, & over the grassy field between the edge of the building & the
sidewalk several yards away.  To look it it, judging by the open & unlit
windows at this hour of the evening, the building had only a few occupants
other than Singer, & no one else on her floor.

   Occupied as she was with slipping in unnoticed, Harriet herself didn't
notice Mac pull up on the other side of the street, at the end of the block
where Singer's side window(s) could be seen.  Mac's headlights were off in
the deepening gloom, & she was dressed all in black.  Mac was more than a
little concerned for (and about) Harriet, in more ways than one.  Mac
wanted to see Singer get her comeuppance as much as anyone; but she was
afraid Harriet was in way over her head.  Mac had noticed early on in
Singer's tenure...

   Shortly after her arrival at JAG HQ, Tyner & Bud had noted that Singer
had had her eye on a number of women passing through, & that a young ensign
in trouble had requested new counsel when Singer came on a little TOO
strongly.  Mac had (discreetly) reviewed Singer's service record, noting
letters of commendation & reprimand alike.  Then, when rifling through
Singer's desk after hours, Mac had found a dominatrix mag in one of her
drawers, with a mail-in card filled out.  The card was for information on a
new hands-free masturbation system.  That clinched it, in Mac's book. 
Singer was not only a manipulator; she swung both ways to get what she
wanted.  She wasn't completely gay, obviously; Singer really enjoyed toying
with men, in order to get them to do what she wanted.  Despite the "Don't
Ask, Don't Tell" policy of the military, Mac had a LOT of misgivings about
Singer as a person, & not just as an officer of the U.S.  Navy.  And now,
bent on revenge, unaware of the exact type of personality she was taking
on, Harriet was willingly heading for the tigress' den.  Mac got out her
set of hi-power binoculars, & sat back in the driver's seat to monitor the
situation.  If Harriet got control quickly, it would be a good show.  And,
Mac was more than willing to back Harriet up in more ways than one.  If
necessary, she'd lie her ass off to cover for Harriet.  And, if Harriet
stepped in it like Mac feared she would....  If she got in the middle...

   Mac unknowingly dropped a hand to her lap & rubbed herself just a
little. She was wondering what it'd be like...  too many men had crossed
her path, ALL of them SO much trouble...  a change of taste would be....

   Through her binocs, Mac saw Singer in her living room.  She could see
Singer's place was laid out somewhat like Harm's was, a large open living
room with kitchen built in by the back windows, with the bed & bath rooms
separated down the hall, & which could not be seen from the window facing
the street.  Singer was heading for the door.  Mac could see she didn't
check who was at the door, like she was expecting someone.  She opened the
door without even looking.  "I hope it's not Harriet she's expecting!" Mac
thought.  Not wanting to miss a moment, Mac switched on a parabolic mic
she'd set up on the car door, & donned a large flat pair of black & silver
Sony headphones.  The first thing she heard was the door squeaking as it
opened...  & Harriet burst through the door, tackling Singer with her
fingernails extended.  She kicked the door closed fast.  'Good thing no one
else lives on that floor', Mac thought to herself.  'Let the show begin.'
She could hear Harriet's voice through her earphones.

   "You suggest to MY husband..." 'Nyrrghh..  OW!'....  "that going back to
sea..." WHACK!  "would be good for his career...  and then...OW!!  BITCH!
YOU make jokes when he loses his leg?  After you..." "AAAHH!" "HUH.  After
you move him out to make room for at JAG for yourself?  You bitch.  Then,
you cocktease a good friend of everyone else.  Wouldn't the commander love
to hear about you toying with his brother.  There.  Got you...  ARRRGHH!!!"
SLASH!  Singer, almost completely bound in bondage cuffs by Harriet, had
gotten a hand loose & punched Harriet in the face.  Harriet then obliged by
slicing three fingernails across Singer's face.  "You BITCH!  YOU'LL PAY
FOR THAT!" Singer yowled.  Harriet ALMOST got her hands around Singer's
throat...  BLLAMMMMM!!!  A fist to the temple spun stars in front of
Harriet's eyes, which rolled up in her head as she fell down, out cold.

   Singer looked down at Harriet with contempt for a moment, & turned to
pick up the telephone & call the police, while below, Mac had her cell
phone open & had dialed 9-1-, and hadn't just yet pressed the last '1'.  As
she was about to, Singer meanwhile laid eyes on the purse Harriet had
dropped by the door.  She put down the phone, picked it up, & began rifling
through it.  Mac closed her cell phone again & resumed monitoring,
returning the earphone she'd moved back to hear her cell phone back over
her ear.  "Hard to believe you're here JUST to throttle me.  You're not
capable of that.  Let's...  OHO!  So...  the little homemaker wants to rape
me, huh?  Gonna sink these up my ass & treat me like your bitch; weren't
you?  Didn't think you had it in you.  Well, MRS.  Roberts, you don't know
how big a bitch I really am.  NO ONE at the office does.  One thing about
sea duty, it's a bit hard to have my kinda fun.  YOU'RE gonna be my
going-away blow-out."

   From below, Mac could see Singer pick Harriet up, & carry her in a
fireman's carry to the back of the apartment.  Time to act, she thought. 
She unplugged her headset from the para-mic's receiver & plugged it into
it's accompanying belt pack amplifier, which looked like any ordinary
cassette player.  Getting out of the car, Mac slipped across the street
through the shadows & slunk inside the building.  It was dark, but she
didn't want to be noticed; her white face & silver-colored headphones stood
out like a sore thumb against her brown hair & black clothing.  "Let's see
if you can best a fit female Marine, whore," she thought as she silently
made her way up the stairs through the quiet building.  Once outside
Singer's unit, she paused, & turned up the volume of the amplifier on her
belt.  She could hear Singer's voice as clear as a bell.

   "There.  All nice & secure.  Can't move, can't yell, even though there's
no one else to hear you.  Just lie there, & I won't hurt you...  MUCH!'
Heeheeheeheehee...." Singer trailed off in a titter.  "MMMMWWMMMM!!!" Mac
heard Harriet cry out through a gag as...  heaven only knew what.  Time to
find out, she thought.  Mac pulled her gloves tight against her fingers, &
slung her earphones around her neck.  She grasped the doorknob & silently
tested it.  It hadn't been locked.  She slid inside, silently closing &
locking the door behind her.  Wouldn't do to have some expected, or another
unexpected, person just walk in.  Unable to hear anything but low murmurs
from the back of the apartment, Mac hesitated for a few moments, & pulled
one headphone up to her ear.

   "Mmmphh!  MMMPHHH!!!" Try to bitch ME, will you?  You're MY bitch, now.
You LIKE being bitched, don't you?  Bitched out with a big dick up your
ass? You love it up your ass, don't you?  Bet Bud can't give it to you like
this!" "MMWWMMM!!!"

   Mac let the earphone slip back down to her shoulder, & tiptoed toward
the bedroom.  There, through the open door, she could see...  there was
Singer, with her back to the door, on a king sized bed that dominated the
room, its foot facing the door.  Singer was buck naked, all tan & firm,
holding Harriet's creamy form down cruelly as she humped an 11" long, 2+"
wide, firm, pale skin-toned strap-on dildo up Harriet's rear end.  Singer
was so into it, she barely noticed anything else until....

   "GOTCHA!" "YEEEOOOOWWWW!!!!" "WWWWMMM!!!" Mac grabbed Singer by the
hair, pulling her out of Harriet in the process.  "Well, revenge fuck going
wrong, I see," Mac shot at Singer.  "You wanted a going to sea blow-out,
did you?  Try ME on for size!  I'm in a lot better shape!" "No problem,
Major Bitch!  YYAAAA!!!" Rising up off the bed, Singer kicked out a leg, &
Mac suddenly found her legs no longer under her.  Getting up, she growled
"that's COLONEL Bitch to you, SLUT!" Mac slammed a fist in Singer's gut, &
Lauren folded up.  Mac bent down to lift Singer by her arms...  "WHOOAAA!!"
FWWUMMMPP!!  Mac found herself flung over Singer & out the bedroom door. 
"Thought I couldn't fight, didn't you, Colonel?  Just enough to overpower a
housewife, perhaps?  You thought wrong.  I'm a fighter in more ways than
one.  Certainly I'm fit enough to take on an over the hill female Marine!"
Singer snarled, advancing on Mac.  Just as Singer kicked out, Mac sprung to
her feet & met the flying foot, grabbing Singer by the ankle.  Her forward
momentum, together with the attack, caught Singer off guard, making her
lose her balance.  Down she went.  Mac landed on top of her & wrapped
herself around Singer.  "When I said 'Try Me', I meant it, LIEUTENANT. 
Guess I'll have to try you." "You FIRST!" BLAMMM!!  A fist to the chin...
blackness overwhelmed Mac.

   Mac came to, only to find herself in a room she hadn't seen from the
rest of Singer's place.  Like Harriet, she too, now, was bound in
fur-lined, heavy leather bondage cuffs, stripped nude, gagged with a ball
gag, lying prone on one of two twinsized beds.  Harriet was on the other
one.  Singer was on top of Harriet, continuing her assault on Harriet's
anus.  Noticing Mac stirring, she dismounted.  "Well, here's a sight I'd
never dared hope to see.  The luscious Colonel MacKenzie, so trim & buff,
completely buff & bound on my bed.  Your sweet ass, MA'AM, is mine.  You're
a treat as sweet as our little blonde hausfrau over there.  And the beauty
of it all is, you can't say ANYTHING to ANYONE about this." She got up. 
"I've got a new toy I'm just dying to try out before I go.  It'll let me
open you up while I finish boring out Harriet's horny hiney.  You'll be
ready for more.  Aaahhh...  here it is.  Every now & again, a new toy comes
along.  This...." Singer returned with what looked like a toilet plunger.
Only this plunger had two intersecting circles of rubber, instead of just
one.  In the center, on the underside of the heavy rubber from where the
handle was seated, was a 9" tall by 5" wide solid pyrex buttplug!  Mac's
eyes bugged out as the sinister plug glistened in the moonlight shining
through the windows of the otherwise darkened room.  Singer clamped the
three foot long, solid plastic handle into the grip of a portable fucking
piston at the foot of the bed.  "Looks like it'll work JUST fine..." Singer
remarked as she unclamped it again, applied vaseline & KY to the solid
silicon plug, & then got on the bed, straddling the bound & gagged Mac,
sitting on top of her while facing toward Mac's firm behind.  "Well... 
Sarah...I keep forgetting that's your real name....  what say we get to
know each other?  A little...  PERSONAL...  one on one time..." and with
those words, she nestled the plunger into Mac's bottom.  "A perfect fit. 
This isn't a toilet plunger, by the way; it's a toilet HOLE plunger!"
Singer pushed down with the handle...  "MMMWWMMM!!!" Mac mewled through her
gag as the solid glass plug popped fast & hard inside her anal sphincter,
flaring her open widely.  Mac tried to grip it with her bottom; but it
popped back up & pulled itself out of her anus (mostly), leaving the tip
prying her hole open (barely).  Singer pressed...  Mac writhed...  & Lauren
plunged her poopchute manually a few more times before bending the flexible
handle & clamping it in the poking piston once again.  Then, Singer
switched the machine on, at medium speed.  "Enjoy!" "!!!!!!" Mac could
barely even think as her ass was dilated endlessly...  a large taper
relentlessly flaring her asshole open...  she was unable to grip the solid
silicon plug...  Mac knew nothing but the pressure against her sphincter as
her bottom was repeatedly plunged...  her bowels started to rumble...  she
needed to shit...  but she couldn't, as her back passage was sealed up,
covered by the butt-shaped rubber shielding that masked the unyielding,
unbreakable taper...  ecstatic lightning first sparked & then arced through
her bottom...  Mac mewled an endless "eeeeeee!!!!!!" through her gag... 
and with one more relentless push into her pooper, Mac felt an orgasmic
electrical surge run through her pussy & she shorted out.

   Meanwhile, Harriet lay prone on the other bed, gaping at Mac's delicious
torment as Singer returned & remounted her; gaping Harriet's anus open
again.  She hung on & grunted as Singer filled her fanny fuck-hole to the
full, troweling the turd out of her tush.  When, over an hour later, Singer
finally tired of raping Harriet's rectum, she dismounted, pulled Harriet up
by the hair, & dragged her over to the bed Mac was lying on.  Singer
stopped Mac's probe & rolled her off the bed.  She then got Harriet down in
Mac's place, settled the butt plunger in place in Harriet's asshole, &
turned the machine on again.  In a few moments, Harriet, too, was shorting
out on the dirty slickness of the hard plug as it slopped in & out of her
reamed open rear.  Singer bent down & slapped Mac awake.  "Uhhh..." "Up,
bitch!" "YEEOWW!!!" Singer grabbed Mac by the hair & pulled her upright,
dragging her back over to the other bed & throwing her down on it;
whereupon she fell upon Mac & blasted her butt open with her mighty dildo.
"!!!!!!!!!!!" Mac's eyes bugged out as Singer bored in HARD.  "Try you out,
is that what you said, Sarah?  That's one order I'm HAPPY to obey.  I've
always wanted you...  uhhhh...." "!!!!!" "under my..." "MMMWWMM!!!" "power,
bitch.  It's a dream come true.  A nice fat dildo, being stuffed up your
sweet ass, by me.  Mounted & taken, raped & reamed & debased.  Ohhh, I wish
I could tell someone.  But, NONE of us can tell ANYONE."

   Much later...  "Oh...  I'm getting tired.  Think I'll just work you over
by hand, now." Singer gave one more mighty thrust with her hips, filling
Mac's fanny completely, the dildo inserted all the way to the balls. 
Singer loosed it from her harness, climbed off Mac, sat down on the
mattress, & pulled Mac across her lap.  Then, she began frigging Mac's rear
once again, stroking & hammering that firm, footlong-plus hotdog out & back
up again, relentlessly battering Mac's bottom like she was a child being
spanked.  Mac burned with humiliation as Singer held her down & worked her
ass over.  Finally...  Singer tired of her game....

   The room was quiet.  Singer was sleeping, sprawled out on the mattress;
& Harriet appeared to be, also.  Mac struggled quietly for a bit & managed
to get a hand out of her cuffs.  Mac glanced at the clock.  It was just
after midnight.  They'd all been there since right around eight.  Mac
wanted revenge.  If she could...  just...  she somehow managed to slide
over to the edge of the bed & put her feet on the floor without waking
Singer.  She then slipped off the edge & down to the floor, & freed herself
completely.  Rising up again, Mac tiptoed over to Harriet.  Putting a
finger to her lips, she stopped Harriet's delectable dilating torment &
freed her.  Mac cocked her head toward Singer...

   Singer awoke as the twosome jumped on top of her.  Mac held Singer's
legs in place while Harriet slugged Singer in the temple, stunning her. 
She then bound Singer's wrists together while her head spun.  A ballgag in
her mouth, however, brought Singer back to reality.  Meanwhile, Harriet
then held Singer down while Mac bound her ankles together.  Then, Mac
caught sight of leather thongs knotted to the bedframe at just the right
places.  The two bound each to Singer, until her arms & legs were not only
bound together; but bound in place, unable to even move.  "HAH!  Got you
now, bitch.  You should have used those on me, Lieutenant.  Otherwise, YOU
wouldn't be in that position.  NOW, you get what's coming to you.  And you
DON'T get to come." H: "Thanks for getting me loose, Ma'am." M: "I would've
phrased it differently; but you're welcome.  But, next time, Harriet, don't
let her get the drop on you." "Yes, MA'AM!  Now, what ELSE has this little
bitch got?" Looking around Singer's playpen, the two found a number of
large toys.  Between them, they took up a 12" x 3" inflatable black rubber
dildo, a 14" x 5" hard & bumpy with a round base, a 19" x 4" black monster
rocket known as the 'rambone', & a 4' by 5" super long & super smooth
double headed dong.  They also found a funnel with a foot-long, squirmy
outlet.

   "Colonel; I don't know about you; but I'm feeling rather empty." "Well,
let's just fill ourselves up before we do her." "I've got a little
something I haven't gotten to use on her..." She got out the dildos she'd
gotten hours before, & gave Mac the double-header.  Harriet then slid the
11" x 3" full bodied bong into her pussy, & then decided...  she got the
base of the plunger off the handle, & fitted it up her ass, nestling the
rubber covering over her buns.  Then, she donned a pair of rubber panties
from a supply Singer had.  Mac, meanwhile, slid the double-header into
herself, one head in each end.  She then took up the dildo Singer had raped
her with, considered it for a moment, & then bent over & stuffed it up her
ass alongside the double-headed shit snake.  Squirming in pleasure, Mac,
too, wriggled into rubber underwear.  So clad, they then set upon Singer
with a will.

   "Okay, bitch...  your turn...  NOW...  you pay.  Screw over MY husband,
and then sodomize ME, will you?  Up...  Yours!" Harriet wielded the
expanding dick, shoving it up in between Singer's cheeks.  Singer tightened
up & fought, albeit not very easily, with her legs bound together as they
were.  Mac grabbed a jar of vaseline from a large box full of it & KY, &
smeared the entire jar into Singer's anal crevice.  "Okay, Harriet, pump up
that rump!" Singer began really squirming & was mewling through her gag as
Harriet pressured her anal aperture with the inflate-a-dick until her rear
entry finally gave way...  "!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "GOTCHA!  Going...uuUUUPPP!!!"
Harriet then, heavy-handedly, heaved the rubberized dong all it's length
into Singer's hiney, and pumped the bulb...  twice...  three times... 
four...  five!...  Once More!!  "MMM!  MM!  MMMM!  MMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!"
"Too much?  Tough shit, bitch!"

   Mac, meanwhile, was poking fun at Singer as Harriet filled her up. 
"Oooohh, Harriet; you go, girl!  Look at her ass!  Sooo...  pretty!  That
small, round, creamy butt, all bound up, tight & packed FULL!  That black
rubber dong sticking up out of it, her buns spread out SOOO...  WIIIDE..."
Harriet giggled as Mac's words made Singer's face redden, which was clearly
visible in the moonlight.  Mac grabbed the end of the bole & tried to
pulll...  it wouldn't give...  "It's stuck up there good!" "Colonel, did
you bring any other spy gear beside your snooper's earphones?  A digicam,
maybe?" "In my jacket pocket." Harriet went & got it.  "What time is it,
Harriet?" "Not quite a quarter to one." Good thing tomorrow....  today,
actually...  is a Saturday.  No having to go in bow-legged." "Yeah; and
she's not leaving until Monday morning.  Good thing.  However, I think you
might want to check in with Mikey.  He'll be getting worried."

   The two left Singer alone for a few minutes while Harriet called her
brother in law, telling him she was drunk & was sleeping on Mac's couch for
the night; while Mac checked her messages.  No one seemed overly concerned
about their absences.  "Doing fine.  Let's blow her out & get out of here
by sunup."

   Going back to Singer, finding her pushing her massive balloon dick out
of her ass a couple of inches.  Harriet pumped it once again...  it grew...
the pressure in Lauren's rectum was orgasmically intense...  she gripped,
squeezed, squealed, &.......  SSSSsschhlOOOOOOOOOPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!  She
squeezed so hard she pushed enough of the air in the rubber balloon down &
the rubber missile shot from Lauren's bottom like a rocket from a launch
tube.  Harriet laughed; having been in the process of taking a picture of
Singer's engorged shithole, she'd caught it all.  The rocketing cock shot
over the edge of the bed & dropped to the floor.  "Ooohhh..Singer, you're
such a nasty whore, you!" Sarah cried out.  Lauren had evacuated her bowels
onto the sheet as the inflated dong had been expelled from her anus. 
"Guess we'll just have to put it all back up there!" "Oohh!...  Ma'am, I'd
have never guessed you had such a nasty up the butt streak in you." "Image
IS important, isn't it?  If I could be the slut I want to be sometimes...
Well, Lauren'll help take the edge off for us." Mac greased up a baseball
bat that had been sitting nearby.  H: "All the stuff she's got!  You'd have
thought she'd be having 'friends' over a LOT!" "Maybe she has been.  We've
been making enough noise...  Why isn't a neighbor banging on the door or
the ceiling, going 'keep it down!'?" "Good point.  She can't use all this
without help..." 'We'll check around.  Smile, bitch!  Or should I say,
'crack one!" (the last directed at Singer.) With those words, Mac pushed
the wellgreased, heavy wooden bat up Singer's behind.  "MMMWWWMMM!!! 
MMMMmmmmm...." "Well...  the bitch really loves BIG up the ass, doesn't
she? Bring that fanny flogging machine over here, huh?" Harriet got up &
went over to where a portable hydraulic piston sat in a corner, brought it
over & set it down at the foot of the bed.  She plugged it's power in while
Mac levered the bat's handle down...  Singer squealed & raised up just
enough...  Mac clamped the bat's handle into the piston's grip & Harriet
turned the machine on...  Singer howled a high note as she underwent an
excruciatingly wonderful anal battery for almost five minutes.  As the bat
assaulted Singer's anal g-spot, Harriet donned the hard & bumpy wide-body
dick, smearing Singer's shit all over it.  Mac stopped the machine &
withdrew the bat, & Harriet took the opportunity to mount Lauren & pressed
her dong downward...  & up into Singer's dirty depths.  Singer found &
cried through her gag as she was widely dilated & felt her sphincter rubbed
raw by the shit being reamed back into her bottom.  Harriet drilled until
it was all back up there; & Singer was chafed & bleeding from several spots
on her outer ring.  Harriet snapped another pic.  "Cavernous & sloppy &
leaking EVERYTHING!  You're up, Ma'am!"

   Look out, Singer.  Mac had strapped on the 19" rambone & covering it
thickly with vaseline & KY.  "Harriet....  lube her up, GOOD!"
"OOOHHHHHhhh...  AB-soLUTELY!" Harriet sank the long squirmy funnel up
Singer's butt, & then left it up there while she got a large plastic bowl
from Singer's kitchen & mixed seven family sized jars of vaseline and an
equal amount of KY in it.  Then, Harriet pored the mixture into the funnel;
& the two watched as it all gooped into Lauren.  It was all inside in a
couple of minutes.  "Mmmm...  rrrrgghhh..." "She's cramping, Ma'am.  Better
get in there!" "Oohhhh....  yeahhhh...  I wish I was you right now,
Lauren....I've done this on the receiving end a couple of times before; &
when you're READY for it; it's the purest anal ecstasy!" Harriet started to
schlup the funnel out...

   "Harriet!  Wait!  I've got a NASTY idea...  And, I've gotta pee.."
"OHHHH, Colonel!  You and I are GOING to HAVE..." "AA-men!" "NO!  I mean,
NO MEN!" They giggled, & Harriet pushed the funnel back into place. 
Harriet wrapped herself around Singer, snuggling her sweet spot in place...
and just let go her water....  after Harriet was done, Mac mounted, moved
her dildo up, & settled her nether region over the funnel & pissed up
Lauren's ass.  "Piss enema, bitch!" Harriet pulled the funnel out as Mac
raised up...  And then Mac came back down & worked her not quite so wide as
the last one but OOOHHHH so LONG bole up Singer's shit shaft.  Lauren
clenched & trembled around Mac's mighty meat as Sarah snaked it, inch by
delectable inch, it's entire length up her bottom, her ass channel arcing &
sparking in orgasmic overload.  Mac humped & bumped & ground & grunted her
huge prong partway in & out of Singer's poopchute, leaving over a foot
always up Lauren's back road, pushing piss, lube, & shit as high as it all
would go.  "Ohhh, yeah, you bitch, you little slut.  You're taking it all.
You ARE taking...  it...  ALL!!  It's beyond too wonderful for words, isn't
it?" Singer couldn't reply...  she was just orgasmically shorted out... 
trembling as she just hung on to that mighty meat with all the might her
rear end could muster...

   Finally, after Mac had assaulted Singer's anus to it's extreme for over
an hour, & Mac had gushed cum all over her dick, which was now dripping
onto Singer's bum, she finally dismounted.  "Get plenty of pics, Harriet?"
"YES MA'AM!" "Okay.  It's getting close to five.  Let's rig her up & get
out of here.  Get that." THAT being the 4' x 5" double-headed super shit
snake.  Harriet clamped it into place in the penetrating piston, & Mac slid
6" of the other end of Singer's rear.  "Set it to the max for both rotation
& penetration.  Well, Lieutenant, you won't ever be able to sit & spin..."
"How about shit & spin, Ma'am?" interjected Harriet.  "SNRKT!  Hee(hic)...
Good one, Harriet.!  SNRKT...  WITHOUT THINKING OF TONIGHT, BITCH!  Enjoy!
If you don't overload on orgasmic pleasure beyond the breaking point! 
Bye!"

   So, Mac & Harriet slunk away, leaving Lauren to undergo a severe
drain-pipe snaking...  it crept deeper...  spinning & beating a tattoo on
her rectal walls as it drove as high into her colon as the piston would
go...  almost two feet of rectal ecstasy...  all but the last inch or so of
her descending colon was SOOO...  FULLL...  she couldn't recall just when
she felt the will to get a hand from a cuff & slowly free herself...  &
then finally dismounted...  having enjoyed every debased moment & swearing
she'd take more turns on Harriet & Mac, Singer went to a civilian doctor
for a colonic, to get herself cleaned out & checked out.  Then, to see an
ally on SECNAV's staff...  Little did she know how that alliance would end
for her...

   END